Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 4-31 a.m.
Beach Buoy had never seen so many Gulls "Parked Up."
He gave the resting birds a wide berth.
They headed for the rumbling sea.
Beach Buoy wore his orange coat, the sky chose grey.
A man and his dog stood to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide had not long turned from high.
Beach Buoy pulled three hoods.
An orange glow appeared on the horizon.
Angled light made the sunrise look a little like a stadium tour by a rock band.
To the south, the sea high fived the North Gare Pier. They were old friends
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed up the sandy slope.
It felt lighter.
It was daylight not Sunlight
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
They studied the sea for a while.
Time to go.
Beach Buoy just couldn't say "See you mate."
Today.
He just looked at the stack, smiled then cried.
They headed back to the north.
A low to the water ship left the River.
The reflected light looked wonderful.
They returned to the promenade
The van .
Milky coffee and two croissants warmed in the ridge monkey.
A tired dog is a win.
A Sloth, Teddy Bear and a Monkey look out to sea.
The sky to the north darkened.
Rain began to hit the left side of the van.
Beach Buoy nodded off.
He was woken by a slammed car door.
BEACH BUOY.
